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May.18.2013
I have envy for writers who fill hundreds of filing cards to take notes for their novels. I imagine them shuffling the deck and doing marvellous tricks. And I find it impressive when authors have sheets of paper filling their walls, sticky notes posted all over, with lines and arrows and question...
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May.07.2013
When I was a young girl, I was, in a way, my mother's doll. I was an extension of herself–an extension of all of her hopes and dreams; it wasn't always easy for many reasons, for the choices she made in life long before I was born and had to live with, for the anger she held inside and acted out on...
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Apr.16.2013
Getting ready for bed just now, I heard a train whistle out my window. It’s been a little warmer, more like spring, and I’ve started leaving the windows open just a crack at night to get some air. This train was not all that way off in the distance, probably ten blocks or so from my...
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Mar.27.2013
We went to Carmel on Saturday and it was a wonderful time. After checking into the hotel, grabbing two sandwiches, our blanket, and a bottle of wine, we headed straight to the beach. It was slightly windy and cool. I had to go back to the car to get our sweatshirts, but it was still wonderful...
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Mar.26.2013
I think of Teresa many days. She was a senior high school class mate. We rode the same bus and shared classes. She was intelligent and vivacious, with sharp dark eyes and a glistening waterfall of chocolate hair.
The morning and afternoon school buses were very different. ...
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Mar.23.2013
Silly squirrel, climbing up the telephone pole. I see you hop to the wire with a shake of your busy tail. You skitter across in a punctuated frenzy, taking me back to memories of my old home where you greeted me in the mornings like my own personal alarm clock.
I could hear you scurry and race...
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Mar.15.2013
The scene which, symbolizes for me a loss of freedom is the moment when Tomas, the protagonist in the film The Unbearable lightness of Being, 1988 ( based on the novel by Milan Kundera 1984 ), returns to Czechoslovakia from the west, after the Soviet invasion, and his passport...
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Mar.07.2013
The One series continues with a debut author.When I tell you that this debut author is my wife, I say it from the vantage of a blessed and fortunate man. Not only does she support me in my writing, I suddenly discover this new side of her. What she reveals in her story, Questions, in...
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Mar.07.2013
More at one with the knife, no longer tentative in how I cut through the flesh, I've grown to welcome the mornings that I cut melon. I take that round of juiciness, scoop the seeds out of the center; juices trail down my hands, the aroma rises in sweet explosion, I cut it down to manageable slices...
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Mar.02.2013
I would never have imagined myself in a million years taking an early childhood education (ECE) class. Two classes ago we walked through the different day care rooms at night on the community college campus to get an idea of how the environments were set up. The infant room brought an instant calm...
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